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DAE's SPENCER REID FICS

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📚 Spencer Reid 📚 

Part One: A Chance for more Buttercups (Fluff | SR x FEM! Reader)

Summary: Spencer has an apartment full of buttercups and a heart full of confessions. How many more bouquets does he have to buy until he gets the courage to finally tell you how he really feels?

Part Two: Delilah’s Buttercups (Fluff | SR x FEM! Reader)

Summary: A new flower shop brings together two idiots obsessed with buttercups. A prequel and a sequel for ACFMB tied together with a pretty bow.

when death knocks on your door (Angst with Happy Ending/Fluff [18+] | SR x FEM! BAU! Reader)

Summary: Some trauma tears people apart, while some brings people together. SSA Doctor Spencer Reid and SSA Doctor Y/N Y/L/N is brought together by the death of SSA Emily Prentiss.

green was the color (Fluff, Soulmate!AU | SR x FEM! BAU! Reader)

Summary: In a universe where you can only see colors after meeting your soulmate, Spencer Reid waits his whole life to meet his soulmate. He meets the new team member and immediately falls in love. But there is a teeny, tiny problem, you weren't his soulmate and he wasn't yours.

Alcohols and Coffees (Fluff | SR x FEM! BAU! Reader)

Summary: Spencer just really wants to date you and the alcohol finally gives him the courage to ask you out.

fifth time's a charm (Fluff, Meet Cute | SR x FEM! Reader)

Summary: Penelope just wants Spencer to be happy. So, she sets him up on various of dates, each one ending in a disaster.

A Dinner and A Future (Fluff, First Date | SR x Reader)

Summary: Spencer just wants your first date to be perfect and surprisingly, it goes really well.

Twice As Perfect (Fluff | SR x FEM! BAU! Reader)

part 2 for Alcohols & Coffee but can be read as a stand alone

Summary: Eight times Spencer cried during your pregnancy and the one time he didn't.

Vienna (Angst, No Happy Ending | SR x FEM! BAU! Reader)

Summary: Spencer meets the love of his life while Reader continues to the search for her love for life.

red + green (Fluff | SR x FEM! BAU! Reader)

Summary: Spencer is a genius with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory. He can recite the whole english monarch family tree while sleeping if he wants to. So who the hell is Chris Martin, where did he come from and why are you dating him?

peace is next door (Fluff | SR x FEM! Baker! Reader)

Summary: Spencer finds peace in his next door neighbor, her cat and her baked goods.

our love lasts so long (Fluff, Angst, Fake Dating, Childhood Bestfriends to Lovers | SR x FEM! Reader)

Summary: Pretending to not be in love with your best friend is the hardest thing you had to do in your life. So when life gives you a chance to play pretend couple, you take it. (Heavily inspired by Taylor Swift’s seven.)

[strawberryspence]

i can't stop thinking of this tiktok, so i wrote this blurb. i just know spencer would be like this. 😆

warning: pregnancy

you'd wake up in the middle of the night and just wanting to pee then realizing that your water broke, so you waddle over your bed and wake him up.

"bubs! my water just broke!" you were excited, the baby is finally coming. spencer wakes up and is all together shocked.

"oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, the baby is coming. what do we do?!" you stare at him shocked as he scrambles up from his bed, fumbling with his shoes and slipping on a sweater that is upside down.

"okay, calm down bub. you go get our hospital bag and i'll warm up the car, okay?" you try to stay as calm as possible but spencer just looks like his head is not in this world right now.

this was the same man who has been sprouting information about pregnancy, birth plans and placentas for almost 9 months.

"bubs, breathe, okay? go get the bags first." you say as you start putting on a jacket. you waddle to the hallway and start putting on your shoes, just as spencer comes out of your bedroom holding the hospital bag he has prepared months ago.

"honey, i got everything we need in here. but do we need our passports???" you look back at him, while holding the car keys that's now warm enough.

"passports?!"

"yes!" this was spencer reid. your husband who has an iq of 187 and he just asked you if you needed passports while going into labor.

"well, go grab them bubs! we might be going out of country tonight!" you tease him, and you finally see him smile for the first time since you woke him up.

"well! what if we have to prove that we're the babies parents?!?" you laugh even more. what the hell is spencer thinking?

"i can't believe you. my water just broke and i'll be having contractions in a few minutes and you're saying this to me right now?!" none of this comes out as angry. you were laughing. this would be such a good birthing story.

"okay, okay, i am so sorry. i am just so nervous. how are you so calm right now?" he asks as he helps you out of the house and into the car.

"well because i have a genius husband who prepared for everything and taught me everything he has learned. oh and he also can deliver babies anywhere!" he smiles down at you as you sit on the passenger seat.

"i love you. i am so happy that we're doing this." spencer says, as he kneels beside you, giving your lips a peck, "and i am so excited to meet you. you and your mom are the only people in this world who can slash my iq of 187 to 60." he kisses your belly.

"well, come on now! we have to go! i know you can do it but i don't want the baby to be delivered here!" you shriek out, now being the one nervous as you feel a contraction coming, spencer can only laugh and smile while running to the drivers seat, "yes ma'am."

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[strawberryspence]

📖 100 the cult episode after the reader (or my name is Nyssa if you wanna use it) watched the compound blow up and she never told Spencer she’s loved him since the first time she listened to him ramble about something

📖 - Thank you for this! I just did another cult thing for you, so I am changing this one. Its still the cult episode but Spencer becomes unconscious when Cyrus hits him. I hope you still enjoy it. 💛

Prompts used: 100. How the hell do you look so good even when you're crying?

Word Count: 927

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"Some of these turtles look really old." You say looking over the aquariums as you walk out of the crime scene.

"That's because they've been around for a looong time." Spencer smiles before starting his whole spew, "There's a reason why turtles look a little prehistoric. The first ever specimens evolved around 260 million years ago in the late-Triassic period. Luckily for the turtles, their burrowing and water-dwelling habits set them up for long-term survi—" Spencer bites on his tongue when Derek gives him a look. He can't help but feel frustrated, now you probably found him annoying and talkative.

Spencer mumbles a sorry before rushing to the drivers seat, but you catch up to him, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Hey, when we get back to station, can you finish the talk about turtles? I want to know more." Spencer stops on his tracks as he scans your face for malice, but it was only innocent curiosity.

"Hmm. Sure. I'll even make you coffee." He answers, a smile growing in his face making your heart pound in your chest. That was the moment the nerdy, adorable genius took your heart into his.

-

"Y/L/N!" You jolt out of the thought as smoke engulfs your view again. Derek carries Spencer's lifeless body of out of the church and you can feel your soul leaving your body.

Spencer is dead. The love of your life was dead. Tik, tok, the time is up. Your stomach churns and turns and you feel the blood in your head rush some place else.

Derek can see the way your face pales as Hotch and Rossi helps him carry Reid, "He's fine, he's alive. Cyrus hit him pretty hard in the stomach, I think he knocked him out." You sigh in relief, as you watch Spencer's body gets put on a gurney and into an ambulance.

"Do you want to go with him?" Hotch asks, in the softest voice you've ever heard from him, knowing how much you were worried of Spencer.

"Can I? Please?" He nods as he helps you ride the ambulance, "We'll meet you there." You nod at him as the ambulance doors close.

Not once did you let go of his hand, only holding it tight as the EMS worker works around you to plug him into machines. His stomach was swollen and he needed some stitches on the head from the hit Cyrus gave him.

"I assure you, he's going to be fine. The doctors are going to do a few tests just to make sure that there is no internal bleeding." The EMS worker assures you as he sees your crest fallen face and you push a small smile and a thank you for the kind worker.

-

"Everything's okay. The tests are okay. No internal bleeding and he's free to fly tomorrow morning." The doctor smiles before bidding goodbye to you and Derek.

"Hey, kid. You okay?" You nod, but never lifting your eyes from the sleeping Spencer.

"Okay, I'll be back in a moment to get you something to drink." Derek pats you in the back and can only smile as he sees your hands tighten on Spencer's.

He closes the door behind him and as soon as it closes the tears that has been threatening to burst from your chest just flows from your eyes. You fold your arms so you can shove your face into it to make less noise.

"God, I could have lost you. I could have lost you. I cannot... I cannot imagine a world without you. I can't even think of a tomorrow where you're not in it. I thought... I thought our time was up." You sob, your breathing starting to become uneven.

"I am in love with you, you idiot. Ever since the damn turtle facts." You sniffle as you tighten your hold unto his hand, as if he'll run away or just disappear from your grip.

"I am in love with you too, Shelly." You immediately raise your head, eyes widening when your met with Spencer's toothy grin.

Shelly. Shelly was the nickname he choose for you when you won't stop asking for turtle facts.

"You are?" You sniffle as you inch your chair closer to him.

"I am. Ever since the damn turtle facts." He says, smiling as he reaches for your face, brushing the tears running down your cheeks, "How the hell do you look so good even when you're crying?"

"How are you feeling?" You ask, changing the topic, "With you here? Better." Spencer answers, giving your hand a kiss.

You laugh as he reaches over for you, "Can you give me a hug?" He asks in a small voice and you immediately get up from your chair to give him a hug. He also sits up from the bed, wincing a little, but even that doesn't stop him from pulling you into a hug.

"All the time I was in there, I just kept on thinking that I need to get out alive because I still need know what if felt like to hold you like this." Spencer's hold on your waist tightens and his head sat on your shoulder.

"Does it live up to your expectations?"

"Better than expectations."

No one really knows how long the two of you stayed like that because no one dared to interrupt. Not when Derek was guarding the door with his life to make sure no one interrupts, so that he can give the two of you all the time the world can offer.

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[strawberryspence]

52 for the blurb thingy? The cult episode when the compound blows up. Fem!reader to Derek. Basically she thinks Spencer is dead and loses it.

📖 - Thank you for this! I made it into Hotch instead of Derek because Derek was inside with Spencer in the episode but other than that here is your request! 🤍

Prompts used: 52. Get the fuck off of me!

Word Count: 701

"You have to let me in. I can't stay here." Hotch shakes his head. He was adamant that you were to stay by his side at all times. He knows that your relationship with Spencer can cause repercussions on the hostage situation.

"I am not letting you go anywhere. My decision is final. You wait here with me, you help with the people. Rossi and Derek goes in to get them." You chew on your lip as your heart beats in your chest.

Spencer, you boyfriend of two years, is inside a church with a cult leader that has sticks of bombs and is threatening to light it. You stare at the church at the sides as you see the SWAT slowly inching its way into it.

You look back as you feel Hotch's hand on your shoulder, "It's going to be okay." You nod as he hands you the kevlar vest to wear.

"Hotch, we're coming in." Derek's voice booms in your earpiece as Hotch gives him the instructions.

A minute later Emily is coming out of the side of the church with the women and children.

"Em! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" You ask her as you help her down the stairs to the ambulances.

"I am okay, help the others. Help the others." Instantly, you let go of her and help the children and babies going down the steps of the church.

"Em?! Where's Spencer?!" You shout at her as she helps the others coming down.

"He was in the church with Cyrus! Derek... Derek he said he'll get him!" Emily's voice was full frustration, knowing her you know she wanted to go with Derek but she had no vest or anything.

"Hotch, please, they're not here yet. We should go in the church now! Before its too late!" You protest as Hotch walks to your side, probably to watch you.

"No. My order is to stay her—" Hotch never gets to finish his sentence.

It was quick and slow at the same time. The ringing of the explosion shots straight to your ear. How fast the snap comes, it was gone just as fast.

There was nothing but ashy smoke, your eyesight was colored orange as the fire blazes on as the church burns down to the ground.

"No! Spencer!" You sob as you start lunging over but Hotch holds you down through your waist, "Calm down, I can't let you run in to a burning building." His face was calm but his voice wavering with worry.

"Get the fuck off me! That's Spencer in there!" Hotch only lets you go, as he lets out a sigh, when two shadowy figures comes out of the burning building.

"Spencer!" You throw yourself unto him, almost knocking him over and automatically sobbing into the crook of his neck.

"You're okay. You're okay. You're okay." You repeat it like a mantra on his ear as you tighten your hold unto him. He was real. He was here. He was in your arms, breathing and fine.

"I am. I am okay because I am with you now. I love you." Spencer whispers back as he holds you tighter than humanly possible, a laugh bubbling from him. He can't believe he gets to do this again, seconds ago he thought he'd never get to hold you again.

"I love you. I love you, Spencer, so much. Please never go into cults again." You whisper gaining another laugh from him.

Spencer pulls away to get a clearer look at you. Tear marks was clear on your cheeks, he brushes his hands over the tears streaming down your face, "I am not going anywhere. I am sorry I made you worry." He tucks a piece of loose hair behind your ear before giving your forehead a tender kiss.

"Come on, you need to see a doctor and no, I am not taking no as an answer." You help him down to the ambulance before mouthing a sorry to Hotch, he nods and gives you a soft smile.

The doctor checks up on Spencer for the next few minutes, but not once does Spencer let go of your hand and not once did you want him to.

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[strawberryspence]

📖 - 14, 73, 76 (If 100 adds up, then that as well)

I'm not sure if we're supposed to like tell the baseline or not? So imma just go with it (you dun havr to follow it tho Berry!)

It could be like The Reader and Spencer babysitting baby Hank/Micheal, and while giving them a bath, they fling some soap into the readers eyes!

LOVE YA!!! (And I hope you enjoy this one XD)

📖 - Ray! Thank you for this! I really had fun writing it! I hope you also love it! Ily! ♥️

Prompts Used: 14. It burns, 73. I’ve officially lost my will to live, 74. Heh... sorry, that isn’t funny, & 100. How the hell do you look so good even when you’re crying?

Warnings: sexual innuendos, uhm ass grabbing?, some red eyes.

Word Count: 1,08k

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Babysitting the LaMontagne children is always a pleasure. JJ and Will is in need of a day away from their chaotically lovely children. Spencer was first in line for the babysitting job because Penelope has done it for the last few months and Spencer owes her a few.

“Okay, enough playing with the paint. Spence, please stop playing with them and help me get them to the bath.” You stare at the children as they paint a canvas with their own bare hands while your thirty five years old, multiphd, genius boyfriend squirt the paint on their palm.

“Henry, enough with the paint, honey. Please.” You pull him away from the play set but he won’t budge, as you look at Spencer, “Spence, love, please help me sweetheart or you’re sleeping on the couch tonight. Without kisses... and other stuff.” You widen your eyes at him and he immediately drops the paint.

You snicker as he scrambles to pick up Michael and bring him inside the house. Spencer is a smart man, but through all that IQ, he still is a man.

“Come on, Henry. Do me a favor and get in the tub for me.” Henry rolls his eyes and you bite your lip to stifle a laugh. JJ warned you that he was going through a sassy phase and while JJ and Will hate it, you love how funny he is.

“But I still want to paint.” Henry folds his arms across his chest, “Come on, Michael is already on the tub with your Uncle Spencer don’t you want to play with him?”

“You mean in a bath with my naked younger brother?” You nod, stifling another laugh threatening to bubble from your mouth.

“Ugh. I’ve officially lost my will to live.” This time, the laugh bursts from you as you pick him up and push him into the house, “You’re too young to lose your will to live. Believe me.” You snicker as he gets naked but leaves his cute boxers on. He glares at you as you pick him up so that you can put him in the tub with Michael.

“Now you can play in here, while getting clean.” You prompt as you hand Spencer a loofa so he can start scrubbing Michael down. You hand a boat to Henry and he frowns, “What is this? What am I? 5?”

Spencer laughs as he scrubs Michael while he giggles, playing with a rubber duck, “No, you’re not but you’re 10 and you have to stop being sassy.”

“Just play.” You hand him the boat and start scrubbing the paint off him.

Finally, the four of you get some peace as you each both clean a child as they were both distracted by the toys. The moment of peace ends when the pizza they ordered is delivered.

“I’ll get it.” Spencer says, standing up and drying his hands before leaving the bathroom.

“Okay, the pizza is here. You guys can eat. BUT first I am going to wash Henry first and then you Michael.” You smile at the two boys looking at you, as you reach for the drain.

“Me! Me! First!” Michael cries as he slaps the bubble water making it splash, “Michael, baby! Stop! It might go into your eyes or Henry’s. Its going to hurt.” You try to get hold of Michael’s hand but he kept on splashing it.

True to your predictions, the water did go into someones eyes, not Michael’s, not Henry’s but yours.

“Ow! IT BURNS!” You squint your eyes harder as the bubble water burns your eyes.

“Michael! This is all your fault!” Henry screeches as tears well up your eyes from the burning sensation. Henry laughs even more like an evil villain.

“Henry! Don’t say that!” You try to scold Henry but thats too late as Michael was now full on crying and wailing.

“Heh... sorry, that isn’t funny.” Henry sheepishly says as his brother wails.

You hear Spencer’s heavy footsteps as he rushes into the bathroom,“What happened?”

“They got soap in my eyes and Henry is making Michael cry. Can you please wash them I need to wash out the soap off my eyes?” Spencer helps you stand up as you try to open your eyes but only causing it to burn more.

“Henry stop making your brother cry and help him wash himself.” Spencer instructs in a strict voice which makes Henry immediately move.

“Okay, here.” Spencer turns on the faucet and you immediately put your face under it, instantly sighing in relief. Spencer leaves you under the faucet as you hear him wash the children, which he successfully does. He brings the boys in their shared room to dress them both. After getting dressed Henry walks back to the bathroom with a towel.

“Here’s a towel. I am sorry for laughing and making a mess.” Henry pulls on your shirt and offering the towel. Awww what a sweet boy. You smile at him as you reach for the towel but he shrieks at you causing him to drop the towel, “AHHHH YOUR EYES ARE SO RED! MONSTEEER!”

You roll your eyes as he runs pass Spencer and to his room.

“Are you okay? Does it still hurt?” Spencer asks, “I am good. It still burns but I am alive.” You sniffle as you give him a smile even with tears in your eyes.

“How the hell do you look so good even when you’re crying?” You laugh as he pulls your face closer and looking at your eyes, “Its still red, but you’ll be fine.”

“What you’re a doctor of medicine now?” It was Spencer’s turn to laugh before giving your temple a kiss.

“How about you guys put on a movie, eat pizza and I’ll clean here?” Spencer offers as he tucks a loose hair behind your ear.

“Spencer Reid, you are so getting laid tonight.” He laughs before giving your lips a peck (and your ass a squeeze as you walk out)

A piece of pizza for each child and 3 Moana songs later, the little LaMontagne monsters children are fast asleep on the couch with their arms wrapped around you with you also fast asleep.

Spencer walks in the living room as Moana breaks into another song number and finds the kids tangled up with you, a contented smile gracing your features as you snore quietly.

He can’t help but smile as he feels his heart swell twice its size with love. Its only been a year, but Spencer has never been more sure of what he wanted for his future and maybe, just, maybe its time for a ring.

[strawberryspence]

CONGRATS ON 300 Followers!! I'm giving you a big hug rn

Can I get a 📖 from this prompt list.....let's see #8 sounds good!!

"Every time you sneeze really loudly, it kills my soul just a little knowing that our future child might inherit that."

PS: I'm reading through this prompt list and these are really good!!

Again, congrats! I love interacting with you on here and I hope you know that everytime I see you pop up on my feed, it makes me SO HAPPY!!

Rosie! Thank you for this prompt! I really had fun writing it (the one you choose is really funny) and the prompts in the list is so good! I am going add it to the list.

Thank you for all the love. I am always thankful HUGS 🥺💗

Warnings: a lot of sneezing and sickness talk :< Fem! Reader!

Word Count: 910 words.

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Spencer hates germs. He always have said that if he can exchange his eidetic memory with the power to never get sick he would.

He hates being sick, not being able to see the germs flying around, hates coughing, snot and runny noses. But most of all he hates it when your sick because Spencer really, really loves you but he really, really hates the germs.

“Get away from me! If you get sick, its going to be a bigger problem.” You sniffle moving away from Spencer as he comes in the room with a tray of chicken noodle soup, toast, orange juice and some tylenol.

“Come on, baby. I need to take care of you.” Spencer sits on the other side of the bed as you lie on the other side of it.

“I can do it on my own! Just leave the soup!” You try to sit up, but god your just so dizzy.

“Just let me help you okay? I won’t get sick.” Spencer almost laughs as he sees you struggling to sit up. He props a pillow on your back to help you sit better, “Okay, But only because you really want to.” Spencer smiles as your voice softens.

“Did you know that the heat from the soup helps clear nasal congestion and can relieve pain and sinus pressure?” You sniffle again, reaching over for a tissue and blowing on your nose.

“Honey, I really love your facts and rants but right now I just need my soup.” Spencer chuckles before offering a spoonful of soup to you. You happily accept it, loving the feeling of the hot soup going through your body.

You hum happily, finally feeling a bit better, “You’re happy?” Spencer smiles as he watches you munch on a small piece of the toast that he gave you.

You nod after he gives you another spoonful of soup, “Thank you, Spence. You take such good care of me.”

“That’s because I love you, baby.” He laughs as he reaches over for tissue and wiping the snot running down your nose. If it wasn’t you, he would have gagged with disgust.

“Get away, get away!” You instantly say as you try to get away from him as you feel a sneeze coming.

“ACHOO!” You sneeze, loudly if Spencer may add, on the tissue in your hands covering your nose. Spencer can’t help but laugh at how outrageously loud your sneeze was.

“Stop laughing! I am not feeling well!” You protest before pouting at him and before he can say anything, you sneeze loudly again. Spencer laughs as he hands you more tissues.

“Every time you sneeze really loudly, it kills my soul just a little knowing that our future children might inherit that.” Spencer jokes and when he sees your face he instantly straightens up.

“Spencer, I am sick with flu while I am pregnant with the child that you,” You pause to put emphasis on the word you before continuing, “put into me. I can’t even sleep properly and your joking about our child’s sneeze!?”

Spencer stifles a laugh before spouting out facts, “Come on, love. I was joking. Don’t get mad. Its really not your fault. Sneezes are very strong reflexes to clear the upper airway and are often spontaneous and involuntary, thus, we can’t control its force.”

“No more jokes. More soup.” You say as you open your mouth trying to eat more soup. Spencer smiles as he feeds you another spoonful of the soup.

“If this doesn’t go away tonight, we’re going to the Doctor tomorrow, okay? Just to be sure.” Spencer says as he smooths your hair down and giving it a kiss.

“But, I don’t want to leave the bed and you’re a doctor! You diagnose me!“ You pout at him.

Spencer laughs as he gives your hand a massage, “Honey, I have 3 PhDs and none of them is a medical doctorate. So, just to be sure that you and baby pea are okay we’re going to the doctors tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You say as Spencer puts down the the tray before handing you a tylenol.

“Is tylenol safe for me?” You ask in a small voice. He smiles, “Yes. Its considered the safest pain medicine to take when you’re pregnant.” You drink it swiftly with a gulp of orange juice.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Spencer props the pillow so you can lie down properly, “Are you feeling better?” He inquires, brushing his hand through your hair.

“Hmmm. A little.” He nods, smiling down at you as he kisses your forehead, “I left a bucket on the other side of the bed so if you need to hurl, you can do it easily.”

“I am sleepy.” You say as you caress your growing bump, “Go to sleep, love. I’ll be here if you need me.”

You hum a response before slowly closing your eyes, “Baby Pea and I love you, Spencer. Thank you for taking care of us."

Spencer smiles as he feels his heart beat against his chest. He has many dreams in his life but this one was one of the things that he never know if he could get and now that you're lying here beside him, his child growing inside you, it just feels surreal.

“I also love you both and I promise to always take care of you." He continues to brush his hand through your hair as you slowly drift to sleep.

Yeah, Spencer really hates germs. But not even that can't stop him because he'd do anything for his little family.

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[strawberryspence]

Hey! I love your writing and congrats!!! Any chance you could do 📖 38 and 70???

Thank you!!!

📖 - Thank you, Anon! 💛 Here is your request!

Prompts used: 38. I am overwhelmed and 70. Thank you for this cuddle time. I needed it.

Word Count: 536

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As long as you can remember, you've always wanted to be a teacher. Being around kids and teaching was your life's calling. The joy of teaching and the sound of children giggling excites you.

But today, as the children you're teaching grow more and more frustrated of how hard online classes, you also grow more and more overwhelmed.

You have tried your very best to make it as fun and engaging as you can but as they were young their attention span doesn't really last that long especially now that they're sitting in front of the computer. You've exhausted every option to keep the class as entertaining as possible: green screens, interactive videos, boards of activities, etc.

You remove your fun hat (It was fun hat day) as you turn off the zoom after the final child finally says their goodbye. You immediately jump to bed, laying their like a starfish. A few minutes later, you hear the door creak open and Spencer peaks, his hoodie drooping as he tilts.

"Bubs, is the class done?" You hum in response, before curling into a fatal position so he can lay down next to you.

"How was it?" Spencer joins you in bed and immediately wraps his arms around your waist.

"The kids are growing restless. I am still thinking of new ideas to keep it entertaining for them." You turn around so you can face his chest and snuggle deeper in his arms.

"I am sure they'll enjoy whatever you do. You're very entertaining." Spencer kisses the top of your head as silence washes over the two of you. He can sense that something was wrong, so he pulls away so he can see your face clearer.

"What's the problem?" He asks, looking at your eyes and how they're turning glassy at the edge. You still had some fun face makeup on your face but you still looked pretty.

"I am overwhelmed. I feel like I am not doing enough for them." You answer in a small voice as you look back at him, his expressions immediately softening.

"Oh bubs. Don't say that. The kids are very lucky to have you as their teacher. You're a really, really awesome teacher and you do so much for them in this difficult time," Spencer holds your face in his hand, softly stroking your cheeks with his thumbs, "I am sure the kids and their parents are thankful to have you."

The sad smile in your face scrunches up into a smile with his words of encouragement, "Thank you, baby."

"You don't have to thank me, I was merely saying the truth." Spencer says as he pulls you back to his chest, his hands wrapped on your waist.

"And you know what? If you're really desperate I can always do some magic to distract them." You giggle.

"Well, thank you for the offer and thank you for this cuddle time. I needed it." You hear Spencer laugh and you can feel it as his chest vibrates, "For you, it's always available in exchange of kisses."

You giggle, pulling away to give him a peck on the lips before going back to the original cuddling position.

"I love you, Teacher Y/N." Spencer smooths down your hair before giving your hair a huge smooch.

"I love you too, Doctor Reid." You sigh in relief, knowing that everything is going to be okay as long as your soft, loving, magician boyfriend was around.

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[strawberryspence]

Hii, how are you doing? For that Spencer Reid scenario, how about mistakenly walking into him while you're holding a cup of coffee and spilling it all over his shirt?

thank you for the scenario! here you go! i hope you enjoy it <3

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Who drinks iced coffee in fall? Only you.

The weather is cold but the iced coffee in your hand is still perfect for it. You pull the scarf in your neck tighter and hold unto the book you're currently reading.

You weren't one for YA books but your friend has pushed and pushed for you to read The Hating Game. So here you were walking on the sidewalk sipping on your iced coffee and engrossed on the wars between Lucy and Joshua.

The tension is getting good, Lucy and Josh is about to... the book comes to a halt when you hit a wall or a post or someone?

The coffee in your hands smushes unto someones gray cardigan and it instantly stains it.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry!!!" You immediately put the book back in your purse and grabbed some napkins from it, pressing it into the strangers chest. The coffee now on the ground is forgotten.

"Why are you even drinking iced coffee in this cold weather?" You finally get a good look at the tall... handsome, stranger who was only laughing as he holds his now wet bag of croissant and is helping you soak the coffee off his cardigan.

"Oh, I don't like hot drinks, it... it hurts my tongue." You say, laughing at yourself for embarrassing yourself in front of the handsome stranger.

"I am really sorry... I should buy you some new pastries." He smiles at you, oh god he's so cute and his hair is so cute oh god oh god he looks like an english teacher.

"That's fine. You don't have to." He says as he throws away the wet bag of croissant.

"No, please let me. I'll feel bad for the rest of my life. There is one cafe down the road with good cinnamon buns, it's not croissants but its pretty good." You're basically pleading him now.

The handsome stranger once again laughs and somehow you want to make it your life's mission to make him smile more.

"Okay." He says simply as he hangs on his satchel.

"Oh, I am Y/N. I am really sorry about your cardigan." You say to him as you both start walking down the sidewalk.

"I am Spencer and that's okay I have 48 cardigans."

Your eyebrows perk up, "Exactly 48?" He nods back. "Sorry that was weird." Spencer says, immediately taking back what he said.

"No! Its not weird! I have 33 sweaters!" You say, excited to finally find someone who finds it fun to count how many clothes they have in their closet.

Spencer's smile only grows bigger. He doesn't believe in fate, but this cute, adorably pretty woman who has 33 sweaters and doesn't like hot coffee, brings him a little closer to believing.

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